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DOLL BETSY 


AT THE POST-OFFICE. 


AND OTHER STORIES. 


/ 

KATE TANNATT WOODS. 



BOSTON: 

D. LOTHROP & COMPANY, 


FRANKLIN ST., CORNER OF HAWLEY. 


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Copyright, i88i, 


By D. Lothrop & Company. 


CONTENTS. 


DOLL BETSY. 

HOW LOBBY CAME TO BE TARDY. 
PEGGY’S SLED. 

DODE’S SCHOOL DAYS. 
SISSY’S STORE. 
TID-ER-F^I. 

HOW MOOLY COW TALKED. 
BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 

HOW TOOTS HELPED MAMMA. 
THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 
THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


POLLY-KATE. 




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DOLL 


BETSY AT THE POST-OFFICE. 



DOLL BETSY AT THE POST- 
OFFICE. 

Little Bell Gray was four years 
old. 

She lived in a small village. 

The Post-ofhce was not far from 
her home. 

Every afternoon, when the clock 
struck four, little Bell went for the 
mail. 

She always took her doll, Betsy, 
with her. 

Doll Betsy was not pretty. 


DOLL BETSY AT THE POST-OFFICE. 


Doll Betsy’s nose was broken. 

One of Doll Betsy’s eyes was 
gone. 

One of Doll Betsy’s legs was very 
very crooked. 

Yet Doll Betsy was a great help to 
her little four-year-old mistress. 

This little four-year-old mistress 
could not reach up to the post-office 
window. 

So she held Doll Betsy up as 
high as she could. 

When the post-master saw Doll 
Betsy, he knew who was there. 

He would say, “ Ah, Betsy, how is 
Miss Bell to-day?” 

Then a little voice from below 
would answer, “ Pretty well. Sixty- 
two, please.” 


DOLL BETSY AT THE POST-OFFICE. 


“ Sixty-two,” was the number of Mr. 
Gray’s box. 

Then the post-master would give 
Bell all the mail in box sixty-two. 

Once little Bell was sick a long 
time. The post-master missed her 
very much. 

One day he sat reading a paper. 

He heard a small voice say, “ Oh, 
my arm aches so ! ” 

He looked up. 

There was Doll Betsy at the win- 
dow. 

Then the post-master came out 
and shook hands with little Bell. 

And behold, that very day there 
was a letter there for Bell herself! 

It was from her aunt in Boston. 

That made Bell very happy. 


DOLL BETSY AT THE POST-OFFICE. 


Then Bell wanted Doll Betsy to 
have a letter. 

She asked the post-master for one 
very often. 

“ Poor Betsy ! ” said Bell ; She 
needs a letter.” 

One day there came a letter for 
Doll Betsy. 

On the envelope was written : 

“ For Little Bell’s Betsy.” 

Bell clapped her hands. 

She ran home as fast as she could. 

She held Doll Betsy while mam- 
ma read the letter. 

Doll Betsy : You ought to be 
very glad that you are so beloved by 
so kind a little girl. A Friend.” 

Bell always wished she knew who 
wrote that beautiful letter. 


HOW ROBBY CAME TO BE 
TARDY. 


When Robby was three years old 
he went to a kindergarten. 

Robby liked that kind of school. 

He liked to handle the pretty 
blocks. 

He liked to shape the clay into 
little rabbits and cats. He liked to 
make rabbits and cats because the 
ears stood up so sharp. 

He liked to take stitches in the 
cardboard. 

He stitched a great many blue 


HOW ROBBY CAME TO BE TARDY. 


and pink horse-shoes. He made 
twelve match-scratchers at Christ- 
mas, with horse-shoes on them. 

After he was five years old, he did 
not go to the kindergarten any more. 

He went to a Primary school. 

He did not like the Primary 
school, because he had to sit still. 

It was hard work for Robby to sit 
still. He said it made his toes uneasy. 

When he sat at his little desk he 
felt sleepy. 

He wished they would sing oftener. 

He wished he could stand up and 
read ten times instead of once. 

He liked to answer questions. 

He did not like to sit in his seat 
and study. 

Sometimes his teacher was sorry 


HOW ROBBY CAME TO BE TARDY. 


when she saw Robby’s hot cheeks 
and sleepy eyes. 

One warm summer forenoon, she 
said, “ Robby, you may take a walk 
in the yard.” 

Robby was glad. He put on his 
straw hat and went out. 

But the sun shone very hot. He 
did not walk. He went into a 
shed in the yard where it was cool. 

Some workmen had left a wheel- 
barrow in this shed. It was turned 
up side down. 

It looked so cool and shady under 
the wheelbarrow that poor sleepy 
Robby crept in and lay down. 

His teacher noticed that he did 
not come back into the schoolroom. 

“ Poor little fellow,” said she, he 



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HOW ROBBY CAME TO BE TARDY. 


must have felt bad and gone home.” 

When school was out, the boys 
and girls went home at once. No 
one went into the shed. 

Mr. Joy, who had charge of the 
shed, also went home to dinner. 

He said to his hired man, “ It is 
so hot, we will not try to finish the 
work at the school-building to-day. 
You may stop, as you go by, and 
lock the shed.” 

So John, the hired man, stopped, 
and locked the shed door. 

“ Now,” said he, “ the boys cannot 
touch the tools.” 

When the school-bell rang in the 
afternoon, Robby did not come. 

His teacher sent to ask his mother 
if Robby was sick. 


HOW ROBBY CAME TO BE TARDY. 


Robby’s mother said she had told 
him he might take dinner with his 
aunt who lived near the school-house. 

They went to the aunt s house, but 
Robby had not been there. 

Then both Robby’s teacher and 
mother felt alarmed. 

Some of the large boys were sent 
to look for him. 

Robby’s mother went up and 
down the yard calling, “ Robby ! 
Robby ! ” 

By-and-by she heard a noise in the 
tool-shed. 

A voice said, “ Let me out ! let me 
out ! ” 

But no one could open the door. 

Mr. Joy was sent for. 

When he unlocked the door, every- 


HOW ROBBY CAME TO BE TARDY. 


body looked in and saw Robby under 
the wheelbarrow. 

He could not get out alone. 

He had been asleep for three hours. 
That was the reason why Robby 
was “ tardy.” 



PEGGY’S SLED. 


Little Peggy lived in the country. 

She was only six years old, but 
she went to school every day. 

She went in summer and in winter. 

She went with her older brother, 
Daniel. 

The school-house was a mile from 
little Peggy’s home. 

When the snow was deep, Daniel 
drew her to school on a sled. 

Daniel made this sled himself. 

He made it of a dry-goods box. 


Peggy’s sled. 


He bought the dry-goods box at 
the store for ten cents. 

He nailed some rough strong run- 
ners to the bottom of the box. 

Then Peggy’s older sister lined the 
box with some warm, thick flannel. 

She also made a nice fur robe for 
the funny little sleigh. She made 
this robe out of an old muff. 

When little Peggy sat in this 
sleigh, all tucked in, she looked very 
pretty and comfortable. 

She wore a red hood, and a red 
cloak, and red mittens. 

Daniel was a very fast horse when 
he drew the little sleigh. 

Sometimes he wore a string of 
bells, and the bells tinkled and 
jingled as he ran. 


Peggy’s sled. 


At the school-house door, he 
helped Peggy out, and she ran in 
with the fur robe and her dinner 
basket. 

Some of the large girls helped 
her take off her hood and cloak, and 
hung them up for her. 

Daniel always tied the sled to an 
evergreen tree behind the school- 
house. 

After school was over, he untied it, 
and drew Peggy home again. 

One morning Daniel had a sore 
throat. 

He could not take Peggy to 
school. 

It was a cold winter morning, but 
Peggy cried to go. 

If you are so fond of school as 


PEGGY S SLED. 


that,” said Peggy’s papa, “ I will take 
you myself.” 

It was great fun for Peggy to see 
her tall papa draw the sled. 

He galloped, and made the snow ♦ 
fly like a span of big horses. 

“ Here is a little girl that cried to 
come to school,” said he to the 
teacher. “ I wish one of the boys 
would draw her home to-night, as 
Daniel is sick.” 

Then he hitched the sled to the 
evergreen tree and went home. 

When school closed at night, one 
of the boys went to get the sled to 
draw little Peggy home. 

But the sled could not be found. 

There were many tracks around 
the evergreen tree. 



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THE BOY THAT 


STOLE Peggy’s sled. 




Peggy’s sled. 


But they were not sled tracks. 

They were boot tracks. 

Some boy had stolen Peggy’s sled. 

He had carried it away in his 
arms, so that his naughty act need 
not be found out. 

When little Peggy found that her 
pretty sled was gone, how she did 
cry! 

“ What shall I do ? ” she sobbed. 
“ I cannot get home to-night.” 

'‘Yes you can, little one,” said the 
teacher. 

Then the teacher told the boys 
to go to the grove and cut down 
three small young pine trees. 

“ Leave all the branches on,” she 
said. 

When the boys brought the trees. 


Peggy’s sled. 


the teacher and the boys tied them 
together with some strong cords. 

Then she made a little seat among 
the branches. 



Peggy’s queer sled. 


This seat was made of two large 
atlases. 

Then they placed little Peggy on 
the seat, and the green branches 
came up all around her. 


Peggy’s sled. 


The little fur robe lay over her 
feet. 

Then away the laughing team of 
boys ran with her. 

Peggy enjoyed the ride in the 
pretty evergreen sleigh very much. 

Peggy’s mother was astonished 
when this queer sled and laughing 
span of horses drove up to her back 
door and her little girl hopped out. 

They never learned who stole the 
sled, but Daniel made another for 
her just like it. 


DODE’S SCHOOL DAYS. 


Washington is the capital of the 
United States. 

The President lives in Washing- 
ton. 

Dode lives in Washington, too. 

I have often seen Dode in Wash- 
ington. 

Her real name is Theodora, but 
everyone calls her Dode. 

Dode is a little black girl. Her 
mother is very poor. 

One day a kind lady said to Dode’s 


DODES SCHOOL DAYS. 


mother. “ Dode may come and live 
with me. I will give her some 
clothes. I will send her to school. 
She can wait upon me when she is 
not in school.” 

Dode was eight years old. But 
she had never been in a school- 
room. 

She was glad to live in a fine 
house. 

She was very glad to have neat 
clothes like other little girls. 

The lady gave her three pretty 
gowns. 

She gave her a pair of stout 
shoes. 

She gave her a pair of striped 
stockings. 


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APPY DODE 


DODE S SCHOOL DAYS. 


Dode danced for joy when she saw 
the striped stockings. 

“ Now I is like white folks.'" 

Dode did not know that she should 
say “ am ” instead of “is.” 

Every morning, before breakfast, 
Dode swept the brick sidewalk in 
front of the house. 

It was very funny to see her ; the 
broom was so tall, and Dode was so 
short. 

She would sweep a little. 

Then she would stop and look at 
her gown. 

Then she would sweep a little 
more. 

Then she would stop and look at 
her striped stockings. 


dode’s school days. 


So it sometimes took Dode a long 
time to sweep the sidewalk. 

When she was very happy, she 
sang songs, while she swept. 

Dode made these songs herself. 

One song had this verse : 

‘‘ Dode you is a happy girl, 

Yes, you is ! 

Just like pretty white girl now, 
Yes, you is ! 

Dode did not know that she should 
say '' am,'’ instead of is.” 

One morning Dode’s mistress 
called to her from the window: 

“You must sweep faster, little girl. 
School begins this morning.” 

Dode stopped singing. She swept 
as fast as she could. 


dode’s school days. 


When she started for school, with 
a white ruffle in . the neck of her 
gown, she felt very proud. She held 
her head very high. 

“ How old are you, Theodora ? ” 
asked the teacher. 

Next to Sam,” said Theodora. 

'‘How old is Sam?” said the 
teacher. 

“ Next to me,” said Theodora. 

Then the children laughed. 

The teacher pointed to a large A. 

“ Can you tell me what this letter 
is called ? ” she asked. 

“ Looks like mammy’s toasting- 
fork,” said Dode, 

“ Do you know any of the letters ? ” 
asked the teacher. 

“No, miss,” said Dode, “ only the 


dode’s school-days. 


dancing one, and the one like pappy’s 
saw-horse.” 

The teacher found that S was the 
dancing letter,” and that X was like 
the saw-horse. 

“ Well, little girl,” said the teacher, 
if you will come every day I will 
teach you to read.” 

When recess-time came Dodewent 
out with the rest of the girls. 
But she did not go back into the 
school-house with them. 

Dode’s mistress tried to learn why 
Dode disliked to go to school. 

What do you suppose Dode said ? 
“ I can’t get any learning where 
they say one letter at a time I ” 

So ended Dode’s school-days. 

She still sweeps the brick walks 


DODE S SCHOOL DAYS. 


every morning, and she still sings 
like a bird : 

Dode, you is a happy girl, 

Yes, you is ! ” 


I am afraid Dode will never learn 
to say “ are instead of “ is.” 



SISSY’S STORE. 


Twenty years ago, Sissy was a 
little girl. 

Sissy’s papa was dead. 

Sissy’s mamma could not buy her 
any nice playthings. 

Sissy’s mamma had only a little 
money. She worked hard. 

Sissy tried hard to help her 
mamma. At night when she came 
home from school, she took off her 
shoes so they would not wear out so 


soon. 


sissy’s store. 


Sissy could not have new shoes 
often. 

There were two little brothers to 
buy shoes for, beside herself. 

But Sissy was always a happy, 
smiling little girl. 

One day Sissy said she was going 
to '' keep a store.” 

Her mamma thought she meant 
to play “ keep store.” 

But Sissy meant to keep a store 
that would bring her some money to 
use. 

She was certain she could earn 
some money as well as mamma. 

Sissy’s store was in a woodshed. 

The little merchant made all the 
things that she sold. 

Sissy was a wise little merchant. 


sissy’s store. 


She knew that her customers 
would be little girls and boys. So 
she made playthings to sell. 

She made little paper boats. 

She made paper travelling bags. 

She made paper air-castles. 

She made dolls’ trunks with pretty 
straps and buckles. 

She made Jacob’s ladders, and 
many other pretty playthings out of 
paper. 

Her paper was of many different 
colors. 

Sissy and her brother pinned 
some of the playthings on the 
woodshed wall. 

She placed some of them on an 
old table. 






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sissy’s store. 


Then she sent word to the children 
that the store was open. 

Sissy sold these paper playthings 
to her customers for pins and nails. 

A paper travelling bag cost one 
nail. 

A paper boat cost two nails. 

A paper air-castle cost five pins. 

When they had sold all the play- 
things Sissy made more. 

Then she changed the nails and 
pins into money. 

She sold the nails to a man for 
two cents a pound. 

She sold the pins to a dress- 
maker. 

What do you suppose Sissy did 
with the money ? 

Bought candy? 


sissy’s store. 


No. 

Cakes ? 

No. 

Sissy saved every penny and 
bought her baby brother a pair of 
new shoes. 

Sissy knew that would help 
mamma. 

Mamma was very proud, of her 
little merchant. 

And how glad Sissy was when 
she placed the money in mamma’s 
hand ! 

Sometimes Sissy made such pret- 
ty paper dolls that ladies would buy 
them for their little girls, and pay her 
money for them. 

Sissy is a woman now. 

She has a home of her own. 


sissy’s store. 


The other day I saw her making a 
pretty paper boat for her little boy. 

She told me this story of the store 
she kept when she was a little girl. 
Was she not a good little girl ? 



TID-ER-E-I. 


What a long, funny name “Tid-er- 
e-i ” is for a pet ! 

But the little boy who owned this 
pet often called him “ Tid.” 

The little boy did not keep Tid 
in the house. 

O, no, Tid had a house of his own. 

But Tid did not like to stay in his 
house. 

Tid always wished he could run 
around in the flower garden. 

He wished he could go out through 


TID-ER-E-I. 


the gate with the little boy and girl 
who came to see him so often. 

Sometimes when Tid thought 
about the garden he would stand 



TID-ER-E-I. 

right up on his hind legs and squeal. 
Was Tid a little bear? No. 

Was he a young fawn ? No. 

Was he a colt, a calf, or a rabbit? 
No, no,, no ! 

Tid was a pig. But he was a 


TID-ER-E-I . 


pretty pig, a small, plump, white, 
round pig. 

He was so very white and pretty 
that the children sometimes dressed 
him up with ribbons. 

But Tid was a little rogue. 

He would get out of his house 
whenever he could. 

He would poke his funny, pink 
nose under the door, and lift it up 
and squeeze out under it. 

Then he would scamper into the 
garden to find the children ! 

He ran about after them like a 
little dog. 

Sometimes, when they were at 
play, he rolled over and over on the 
grass, and made a noise like this : 

Hoo-o ! hoo-o!” 


TID-ER-E-I. 


The children called that Tids 
laugh. 

This funny pet got out of his 
house so often, and ran after the 



TID’S NAUGHTY HABIT. 

children so much, that Charlie, the 
hired man, was very cross about 
him. 

Charlie was the one who had to 
mend the little house. 

Charlie was the one who had to 
run after Tid-er-e-i and catch him, 
and put him back in his house. 


TID-ER-E-I. 


One pleasant moonlight evening 
the children were invited to a party. 

The party was at a house near 
their own house. 

It was in summer time. 

Many city children were staying 
in the neighborhood. 

The party was to be a large one. 

“Now, children,” said mamma, 
“ you must keep very still when you 
pass Tid’s house. You know Tid 
hears everything.” 

The children went on tip-toe past 
Tid s house. 

They talked in whispers. 

But Tid’s quick little ears heard 
the light steps and the whispers. 

“Ah,” said he to himself, “they 


TID-ER-E-I. 


are going somewhere. I will go 
too.” 

Then Tid scratched with all his 
might. He soon had a hole under 
the boards. In a few minutes he 
was out. 



“ I WILL GO TOO ! ” 


Then he came to the gate. 
Naughty Tid! He raised that 
gate up and squeezed through I 
Then how he ran 1 
He seemed to smell the children s 
footsteps, just as a dog would. 


TID-ER-E-I. 


The children were laughing and 
talking about him at the party. 

“We are safe now,” said Harry, his 
little master. “Tid did not hear us 
this time.” 

“ Poor fellow,” said the little sis- 



OFF FOR THE PARTY. 


ter. “ How he would enjoy the 
party.” 

“ I wish he had come ! ” said one 
of the city girls. “ He is so cun- 
ning.” 

‘'Ugh, ugh I" said something at 
the window. 


TID-ER-E-I. 


All the children ran to the window. 

There was Tid on the verandah, 
looking in. 

“ What shall we do ! ” said his two 
little owners. They were much 
ashamed. 

“ Let him be,” said the little girl 
who gave the party. “He knows 
where you are. If you put him 
back he will get out and come again. 
Besides he will make such fun for us 
all.” 

“ Do let him stay ! ” cried all the 
children. 

So little, white Tid staid at the 
party. 

He behaved very well. 

When he squealed, the children 
called it singing. 


TID-ER-E-1. 


When he made funny little noises, 
they called it laughing. 

When he ran up and down the 
verandah, they called it dancing. 

They all thought it was very funny 
to have a pig at a party. 

Tid had some cake and some fruit 
when the children did. 

His little owners took him home 
early. 

They stopped at his house. 

He went in like a good pig, when 
they opened the door. 

All this happened many years ago, 
but his little owners have never for- 
gotten their naughty, pretty little 
Tid-er-e-i. 


HOW MOOLY COW TALKED 


One morning Artie’s mamma sat 
by the open window with Artie in 
her lap. 

It was a bright summer day. 
Baby Artie watched the bees come 
and go around the flowers under 
the window. 

Pretty vines hung about the win- 
dow. Beautiful blossoms made the 
air sweet. 

Artie and his mamma were all 
alone in the house. 


HOW MOOLY COW TALKED. 


The servants had gone out, and it 
was very still. 

Suddenly they heard a loud “Moo! 
moo ! moo ! ’’ 

The sound came from the barn at 
the back of the house. 

“ Mooly cow is talking to her 
baby,” said mamma. 

“ Moo ! moo ! ” moo ! ” said the 
cow again. 

This time it sounded as though 
she were frightened. 

Patrick always took care of Mooly 
but he had gone to market. 

Mamma thought she ought to go 
out and see what was the matter. 

Just as she had made up her mind 
to go, a great head and pair of horns 



MOOLY AND BOSS BELL. 


.y 


HOW MOOLY COW TALKED. 


came right in at the open window. 

Artie was frightened. 

He began to cry. 

The more he cried the faster the 
cow mooed.'’ 

Her eyes were very large. She 
put her big nose close to the lady’s 
face. “ Moo, moo, moo, moo ! ” she 
said as fast and loud as she could. 

“ Yes, I will come,” said the lady. 

She was not afraid of poor Mooly. 

She took the crying boy in her 
arms and followed Mooly. 

The barn was at the end of the 
large garden. 

When Patrick went away he had 
shut the door. It was open now. 


HOW MOLLY COW TALKED. 


Mooly had burst it open with her 
horns and head. 

When the lady went inside she 
saw that Boss Bell, Mooly’s pretty 
calf, had got her head between two 
boards. 

She was nearly strangled. 

She had tried to get out of her 
pen and got caught. 

Then Arties mamma put Artie 
on some hay and found a hammer. 

She knocked off the board and set 
the little calf free. 

Poor little Boss Bell was so weak 
she could scarcely stand. 

Mooly stopped mooing. 

She kissed Boss Bell. 

She was very happy. 


HOW MOOLY COW TALKED. 


She coaxed Boss Bell to go out in 
the garden. 

The lady let them go. They staid 
in the shade of an apple-tree until 
Patrick came back. 

When Patrick came, little Artie 
tried to tell him the story, by saying 
'^Moo! moo! moo!'' like the cow. 

Do you wonder that Patrick ' said 
that Mooly knew as much as folks ? 



BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 


Dimple was a little girl who lived 
in New York city. 

She had a pretty home. 

She had a very kind papa and 
mamma. 

She was a good little girl ; but she 
was not always a sensible little girl. 

Though she was six years old, she 
was afraid to go into a dark room. 

One night, Dimple went down 


BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 

stairs with the maid for some fresh 
water. 

The maid tried to turn the gas 
light up, but instead she turned it 
down, and it went out. 

How Dimple screamed ! 

She made such a great noise that 
all the people in the house ran to see 
what was the matter, and her mamma 
was ashamed of her. 

Papa often talked to Dimple about 
light and darkness, day and night, 
and Dimple often promised not to be 
afraid any more. 

But one night she cried for an hour. 

What do you think it was for? 

Because her mamma asked her to 
bring a spool of thread from the next 


room. 


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BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 


“She must be cured of this foolish 
fault,” said mamma. 

“ Yes, she must,” said papa, “ or she 
will grow up to be a coward.” 

Dimple thought about what they 
had said. 

“ I will cure myself,” she said to 
herself. “ I will not be a coward.” 

One day it rained hard and Dimple 
did not go to school. 

It was very dark all day. 

What do you suppose Dimple did 
that dark day ? 

She went all alone up to the dark 
attic. 

She had been there with her mam- 
ma several times, but this time she 
did not have a lamp as mamma did. 


BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 


At first she could not see where to 
step. 

The light from the small window 
did not reach the corners. 

Dimple moved about softly until 
she found an old cradle. 

Her papa was rocked in this cradle 
when he was a baby. 

Dimple got into this cradle and sat 
down. 

There was a soft quilt in it. 

By and by Dimple could see bet- 
ter. 

She saw a great many boxes, and 
trunks, some old coats hanging up, 
and some baskets and bundles. 

But she saw nothing that could 
hurt her. 


BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 


She sang very softly a little song 
she sang at school. 

Dimple was afraid there might be 
something hidden behind the chim- 
ney, but she said, “ I will not be 
afraid. I will try to be sensible. 

“ This is my papa’s house. He 
would have nothing in it that could 
hurt his little girl.” 

The rain pattered on the roof. 

Dimple did not like to hear it at 
first. 

Then, as the drops fell, she began 
to count the loud drops and the low 
drops. 

At last she fell fast asleep in the 
cradle as she counted the drops. 

When papa came home to dinner, 
no Dimple could be found. 


BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 


They looked all over the house, 
except in the attic and the cellar. 

“ She is such a little coward, she 
would not go where it is dark,” said 
papa. 

“ Her little cloak and hood are 
here! ” said mamma ; “she has not 
left the house.” 

It was Dimple’s dog that found 
her. 

The attic door was open a little 
way, and he pushed it wide open with 
his nose, and went up. 

Dimple’s papa followed with a lamp. 

They found Dimple in the old 
wooden cradle fast asleep. 

“ Dimple, my little daughter,” said 
J)apa, “why did you hide up here?” 

“ I came to try to like the dark,” 


BRAVE LITTLE DIMPLE. 


said Dimple ; “ I do not mean to be 
a coward.” 

Three long hours had little Dim- 
ple been in the great dark attic. 

She never was afraid again to be 
alone in the dark. 

Dimple was only five years old 
then. Now she is a tall lady. 

Her own little boys and girls like 
to hear her tell the story of the dark, 
rainy day in the attic. 





HOW TOOTS HELPED 
MAMMA.. 

There was an iron box to drop 
letters in not far from the house 
where Toots lived. 

Toots lived in the city. This little 
box was fastened to an iron fence. 

Toots had often been there with 
his big brother to drop letters in. 

When Toots’ mamma had any 
letters for the mail-box she laid them 
on the corner of the hall table. 

One day when she was getting 


HOW TOOTS HELPED MAMMA. 


ready for a drive, she laid a large 
bundle there. 

The bundle had some goods in it. 
These goods were to be returned to a 
large store. 

While Toots mamma was putting 
on her bonnet, her little boy went 
away. 

No one saw him go. 

But when the family were getting 
into the carriage. Toots could not be 
found. 

They looked in the stable. Toots 
was not there. 

They searched the house. No 
Toots could be seen. 

Then a lady in the next house 
opened her window. She said, " I 


HOW TOOTS HELPED MAMMA. 


saw your little boy going down 
the street.” 

Mamma, brother, grandma, and 
servants, ran to the gate. 

There was Toots coming up the 
street. He looked smiling and happy. 

“Toots put big letter in; now say 
thank you,” he said to his mamma. 

What is it Toots has done? 

“What did you put in. Toots?” 
asked mamma. 

Everyone asked questions. Toots 
said, “ Big letter ! Say thank you to 
Toots,” 

Toots’ big brother went to the 
letter-box to see. 

“Toots help mamma. Toots put 
in big letter ! ” said the little fellow 


HOW TOOTS HELPED MAMMA. 


merrily. The big brother came back 
with the bundle of goods. 

A lady had seen Toots try to put 
the big package in the iron box. 

He stood on tip-toe. 

He stretched up as high as he 
could. 

But every time the big bundle 
would slide back. Poor little Toots 
tried to put it in again and again. 

At last his little face grew bright. 

He took the bundle and pushed it 
between the slats of the fence to 
which the box was fastened. 

He worked very hard to do this. 

When it was done he seemed very 
happy. 

The lady who saw him said he 





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HOW TOOTS HELPED MAMMA. 


looked so pleased and so proud she 
wanted to go out and kiss him. 

This lady knew where Toots lived. 

When he had gone she went out 
and got the bundle to take home. 

She met Toots’ big brother and 
gave it to him. Little Toots felt 
very sorry when he found he had not 
helped mamma after all. 





THE KITE THAT WOULD 
NOT FLY. 

Fred and Harry wanted a kite. 

Their playmate, Berty Day, had a 
handsome one. 

Berty’s kite went high up, over 
the tops of the trees in Mr. Day’s 
garden. 

It was red and white. 

It had a very long tail. 

Berty’s big brother made it for 
him. 

When Fred and Harry saw it, 


THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 


they said, '' We will make a kite 
too.’' 

They ran home and told their 
mamma they were going to make a 
kite out in the wood-shed. 

Their mamma offered to come out 
and show them how. 

But both the boys said no, they 
knew how. 

They found some sticks. They 
fastened them together for a kite- 
frame. 

Their mamma gave them some 
pretty paper to cover the kite-frame. 

The boys thought it was great fun 
to work in the wood-shed. 

They laid the kite frame on a 
long bench. They fastened the pretty 


THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 


paper on the frame with some flour- 
paste. 

Next they wanted a kite-string. 



THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 


Mamma brought them a whole 
ball of twine. 

It was coarse and strong. 


THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 


She smiled as she looked at the 
frame. 

She told them not to make the 
tail too heavy. 

'"‘O, we know all about kites/' said 
Harry. 

‘‘ Mamma, you can’t tell us any- 
thing about kites,” said Fred. 

So mamma went back into the 
house. 

She smiled as she went along. 

At last the kite was finished. It 
looked very gay. 

It had a beautiful long tail. 

They ran in and showed it to 
their mamma. 

You see we did know how to 
make a kite, mamma,” they said. 

Then they took it out to fly it. 


THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 

Fred gave it a toss. 

They both were ready to run with 
the string and let the kite go as high 
as it liked. 

But the kite did not rise. It tum- 
bled flat to the ground. 

Let me hold her,” said Harry. 

But the kite would not rise. 

'' Let us shorten the tail,” said 
Fred. 

So they shortened the tail. But 
the kite would not rise. 

The wind must be wrong,” said 
Fred. 

“ No,” said Harry. “ Look at For- 
ty’s kite ! It is high up among the 
clouds.” 

But nothing could make the kite 


rise. 


THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 


Harry grew cross, and said Fred 
had made the tail wrong. 

Fred grew cross, and said Harry 
had made the frame wrong. 

They were very disagreeable to 
each other. 

Just than papa came out. He 
looked at his two little sons. He 
looked at the kite. 

“ It is because you did not begin 
right,’' he said. '‘Your frame is too 
heavy. Some of the sticks are too 
long. Neither boys nor kites will 
rise in the world, if they begin 
wrong.” 

Then he made a new kite-frame. 

His sticks were not too heavy, nor 
too short, nor too long. 

He got new paper to cover it. 


THE KITE THAT WOULD NOT FLY. 


The tail was handsome, but not 
too long. 

Fred and Harry both clapped their 
hands when the new kite sailed up 
and up, as high as Berty s kite. 

Fred and Harry have made many 
toys since then. 

They have made kites and toys, 
and balloons, and ball-clubs. 

But they think it is a good plan 
every time to ask papa or mamma to 
show them how. 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 



WO little red 
mittens lay on 
the hall table. 

These little red 
mittens had been 
knit for a small 
Primary school- 
boy. 

The name of 
this small school- 
boy was Lionel. 

Lionel’s mam- 
ma gave the mit- 
tens to him one 


I.IONEL. 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


cold stormy Monday morning saying: 

“ Please do not lose them, Lionel.” 

Lionel blushed when his mamma 
said that. 

He knew that he had lost his 
striped mittens winter before last. 

He knew that he had lost his 
speckled mittens last winter. 

He made up his mind that he 
would not lose the new red ones. 

So when he came home from 
school at night he laid the mittens 
together on the hall table. 

Tuesday morning he found them 
on the hall table. 

Wednesday morning he found 
them on the hall table. 

Thursday morning he found them 
on the hall table. 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


But Friday morning there was 
only one mitten on the hall table. 

Friday morning was a freezing 
cold morning. 

Lionel tried to think where he 
could have dropped the other mitten. 

But he could not remember any- 
thing about it. 

He went from room to room as 
fast as he could. 

He had his fur cap on, and his 
ulster. His lunch basket was on his 
arm. He was all ready to go. 

But he could not find the other 
mitten. 

His mamma helped him look, but 
it was not to be found. 

So, at last, he had to go with one 
hand in his pocket to keep it warm. 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


This hand became very cold. 

It did not get warm in time to 
write his lesson on the slate. 

He lost his credits. He was kept 
after school. 

That made him late to dinner. 

His uncle from Boston had taken 
dinner with the family. 

He wished to see Lionel, but could 
not wait. 

After dinner Lionel looked again 
for his mitten. 

But he had to go to school again 
without it. 

The afternoon writing-lesson was 
this : 

A place for everything, and every- 
thing in its placer 

Lionel thought the teacher must 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


have heard about his lost mitten. 

That night Lionel’s mamma said 
he must take his own money and 
buy another pair of mittens. 

Lionel had saved his pennies to 
buy a new fish-line. 

He had to spend every cent to buy 
the new mittens. 

He lost those new mittens several 
times during the winter, but found 
them again. 

Often that winter he was very 
sorry he had no fish-line. 

There was a bridge near his house 
where the men and boys came to fish 
through holes in the ice. 

Lionel often stood on the bridge 
and watched them, and wished he 
could fish, too. 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


He had had a long strong fish- 
line. But he had lost it somewhere. 

One day, when the good time for 
fishing had gone by, he found his 
lost fish-line. 

It was in an old tin can where he 
kept his bait. 

At the bottom of the can he saw 
something more. 

He drew it out. It was his lost 
mitten. 

It was spotted and spoiled. 

Then Lionel remembered he was 
out on the bridge that day he lost 
his mitten. 

'' I wish I could put things in their 
places,” he said to his mamma. 

“ I think I must help you,” said 
his mamma. 



“WHAT HAVE I FORGOTTEN NOW?” 




THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


After that, when Lionel forgot to 
put a thing in its place, he found a 
white paper pinned somewhere on 
his clothing. 

His mamma did this to help him 
remember. 

One morning he went into the 
hall to put on his ulster. 

He found nine papers pinned to 
his coat. 

These two sentences were written 
on each paper, in large letters : 

‘‘ Remember the mitten ! ” 

“ Remember the fish-line ! ” 

Lionel ran backjnto the sitting- 
room. 

He saw a heap of things on the 
floor. 


THE STORY OF A MITTEN. 


He saw a boy’s jacket, a cap, two 
balls, a bag of marbles, a book, a 
broken slate, a pair of slippers, and a 
knife. 

He had left all these things lying 
about the night before. 

His mamma was not in the room. 

But Lionel’s face felt very red and 
hot while he put these things away. 

Lionel is nearly cured now of his 
fault. 

But once in a while he still finds a 
white paper pinned to his sleeve. 


POLLY-KATE. 


All the little boys and girls whom 
I know, say they like to read stories 
about parrots. 

This story is about a handsome 
green parrot, and it is true. 

I knew this handsome green par- 
rot when I was a little girl. 

It belonged to my little school- 
mate, Kate. 

Its name was Polly. 

But this naughty parrot told every- 


GOOD-BY ! TIME TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL, 







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V{»Mi 







POLLY-KATE. 


body that its name was Polly-Kate ! 

Kate and I always went to school 
together. Our houses stood side by 
side, with a garden between them. 

We played together in this garden, 
in the morning before school time. 

When we were playing, we some- 
times heard some one calling us : 

“Girls! girls I come in I come 
in ! Time to get ready for school 1 ” 

How we would run 1 

We would stop to kiss each other 
through the gate, then Kate would 
run into her house, and I would run 
into my house. 

“ Why are you in such a hurry ? ” 
the maid often asked. 

“ Is it not time for school ? ” I 
would answer, 


POLLY-KATE. 


“ No,” she would say. “ I think 
Polly has cheated you again.” 

Then we would run back into the 
garden. 

One day Kate’s mamma said to 
me, “ Jenny, you must take dinner 
with Kate to-day. I shall have roast 
duck.” 

“ Quack ! quack ! quack ! ” called 
Polly-Kate from her cage. 

So I went home to dinner with 
Kate. 

Kate’s papa was late that day, and 
Polly grew hungry. 

At last Kate’s papa came, and we 
sat down to dinner. 

Polly-Kate stood in her cage and 
looked down at us. She bowed her 
head just as we did, when grace was 


POLLY-KATE. 


said, and looked like a good parrot. 

Every day, as soon as grace was 
said, Kate’s papa put a potato on a 
fork, and the servant gave it to 
Polly. 

Then Polly-Kate would say, “ O, 
my ! thanks ! thanks ! ” 

But Kate’s papa said a very long 
grace this time. 

Polly-Kate did not like it. 

She was very, very hungry. 

She shook her head again and 
again. 

At last, she could not be patient 
any longer. 

“ Say amen ! ” she screamed. “ Pol- 
ly-Kate wants potato ! ” 

Because we laughed, Polly-Kate 
thought she had done right. She 


POLLY-KATE. 


grew very fond of saying “ amen.” 

At last she always was carried 
down into the kitchen at dinner time. 

But I think the mischief Polly- 
Kate liked best, was to call us in 
from our play in the garden. 

Sometimes she would speak like 
Kate’s mamma. 

Sometimes she would speak like 
my mamma. 

She could make her voice sound 
like the voice of anybody in either 
family. She liked to do that. 

“ Quick ! quick, girls ! ” she would 
call. “You will be late !” 

Then when we came into the house, 
out of breath lest we should be late, 
the naughty rogue would stand in her 
cage and laugh as hard as she could. 


POLLY-KATE. 


“ Such fun ! such fun ! ” she would 
say. 

Polly-Kate liked to see us vexed, 
Was she not a rogue ? 


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BABYLAND, 

A PICTORIAL QUARTO. 

It is only Fifty Cents a year. 

Bostca : D. Lothrop & Co., Publishers. 


1 Wide, Awake. 

$2.50 A YEAR. 

Unsurpassed periodical for the young. — Chris. Advocate. 
We consider it equal, if not far in advance, of other Mag- 
azines of a similar character in this country. — Amherst Free 
Press. 

The enterprising publishers have tried to get the best 
■writers to -work to supply reading that will be at once inter- 
esting and instructive, and the result testifies that they have 
been abundantly successful. — Montreal Daily IVitness. 

We find much to commend in the manner in which this 
little Magazine is edited. — Worcester Gazette. 

A very bright, entertaining ]^Tagazine for young people. 
Its illu‘'trations are very good, and it has a greater variety 
of reading matter than most periodicals of the kind, which 
are made on the presumption that young people are all ol 
the same age, with minds run in oriV- mould. — Elizabeth 
Daily Journal. .i. 

It has attained a degree of purity, refinement, and high 
literary ability, that even its most popular rivals have not yet 
reached. Equally removed from the sensational and the 
goody, it is written in such an interesting way, that at the 
close of each story we wish it were a little longer. — Holyoke 
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